I'm supposed to be some statistically challenged family pattern.

I thought my future marriage was to be forever ruined. I am probably some sort of horrific statistic--but with God all things are possible. According to Satan, I am now one of his statistics gone wrong because my God has fought major battles for my life. He’s always been for me—not against me. My childhood background should tell of an unsuccessful marriage. It should tell of unhappiness and great strife. Some of my past choices should have led me to a marriage of hardship, heartache. Before time God knew who I was. He knew my family. He knew my past; He knew my future. He knew my heartbreaks. He knew of trouble. He knew my distrust. He knew abuse. He knew I wouldn’t have an earthly father. He knew I’d be an unsightly statistic. But He knew Himself. He knew His love for me. So He brought His own Life and His own Word of beauty to me I’d never see otherwise. I had no physical example of a godly marriage. I had no physical example of a God-fearing man. Christ gave Himself as my example. my Savior. my Father. And my Groom.

"Beating great odds is God's specialty. It's one way He proves to us that He can do the impossible. Don't accept defeat if what you're standing for is consistent with God's Word and His ways. Persevere, believing God. Ask Him to fight for you to show Himself mighty!"